[The Soldier was still growling his threat when Steve found him in the bathroom, but he couldn't exactly discuss it either as he was forcefully brushing his teeth and glaring at his mate. He knew that Steve was joking, but he had his own difficult front to put up in reply and rumbled and grumbled at the kiss.

He shifted his weight on his feet, leaning over and pressing his ass into Steve's groin so he could spit. He pointed his toothbrush at the little shit of a mate that he had taken on like it was some kind of deadly weapon.] I'm not flustered. I'm indignant about the prospects of being pregnant the next thirteen years because you can't keep your hands to yourself.

[Not that he minded really. Steve was definitely making up for lost time. He stuffed the toothbrush back into his mouth and returned to that activity, not saying one way or another about the idea of eating someone.]